Country Girl Like You - By Edwin H Balder is fire, i can get this song big for you Edwin Balder just look at my cover picture on here it shows how to reach me

Classic country song you will cover as soon as you make one pass... Feel free ..Just contact me for paperwork
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Country Girl Like You - By Edwin H Balder

Echo

TOF

Are you ardent?
In the MADNESS of war
Guarding his life with your DEATH
His SONG on your breath
Your LOVE for Him filling your heart
Are you still wild?
Can you take command?
O will you join the attack?
Fire true from horseback?
Let us ride all ye Redhats
& fill afternoon with our arrows
High & aloft
Fighting forever for Ekkor our God
Are you ardent?
Let us hear a tale of SONG from Hemlock now!

HEM

Centuries ago
On the shores of the world
Travelers tossed by a fault
Neath an ocean of salt
Washed up without bearings nor hope
And the Holy Forest throng
The uncanny birdsong
Called to them more than the reach
They abandoned the beach
Wandered into the trees
Where they joined in the chorus forever
Drifting in time
Castaways wed to the Wood
Speech & destinies all but forsaken
For music & rhyme
Artistic extremes and dreams leporine
Are you ardent?
Let us hear a tale of DEATH from Fury now!

FUR

I recall my first
Far from my worst
A man from the bigotted hordes
A Captain of sorts
At the Battle of Dáktylir
Fire had snapped my bow
So I rode him down
Drove him into a red oak
As he slashed at my throat
I crushed him back into the
Trunk with Ontario’s shoulder
Till his breastbone exploded
& a hundred branchfuls of snow
Shook down like confectioners’ sugar
His blood on my face
His dying eyes marking who’d furnished his fate
Are you ardent?
Let us hear a tale of MADNESS from Christoffel now!

TOF

Ah, quei giorni utopici giù in Toscana!
La poesia!
La musica senza finale!
Gallegiando sul maestrale!
E tanti amici demenziale!
Feci caprioli su Cheope in la piazza,
Tutt’applaudirono!
E por un solo momento,
Io sapevo cosa significa
Essere veramente singolare,
La bella del ballo, 
La Eterodossa!
Una sopra, n’una tra, billione
Cast’e doverosa ragazze scout in le gonne marrone.
Sei appassionata?
Let us hear a tale of LOVE from Hobby now!

HOB

O ye think me proud
But I know a tale
Round which your others will pale
All that SONG on your breath
All your MADNESS & DEATH
Very well, I will tell of a love so pure
Yet so insecure
Nothing could come of it but
Rivers of blood
A testament cut
In the breast of the mountain forever
A carving away
A breathlessly penitent hush
In the Song of the Forest forever
A pining away
A beautiful, terrible rush
To the depths of Creation forever
A falling away
A hopelessness manifest just
In the drape of an arm round a shoulder
& a heart that would break
But that it meant never seeing that face again...
Are ye ardent?

Are You Ardent?

Limited Drop

Paroles et chant Imre Lodbrog https://soundcloud.com/imre-lodbrog?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Yeah
Stop quitting
Quit smoking
A quick decision to make
An easy commitment to fake
In the long term
Long run
In the long term
Long run
Away, away

Throw your butt
Blow that puff

A great decision to make
An easy commitment to fake...
Yeah

Throw your butt
Stop
Quit
Stop
A great decision to make
An easy commitment to fake
Away, away
Blow that puff
the last puff
Drop it

The Last Puff

The Last Puff (with Imre Lodbrog)

Irreversible

YES, IT’S TRUE
I AM HERE TO HURT YOU
BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I NEVER WILL DESERT YOU

THE DECISION TO BREATHE
HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM YOU
BUT DON’T GO WEAK AT THE KNEES
OR I’LL POUNCE UPON YOUR VIRTUE

YOU CAN CALL ME ALL THE NAMES
UNDER THE SUN
UNDER THE SUN
BUT DON’T CALL ME A LOSER

EXCEPT YOUR FATE
YOUR DESTINY
YOU TOOK THE BAIT
YOU FAILED TO SEE

ALTHOUGH YOU KNEW MY HISTORY
STILL YOU CHOSE TO DISAGREE

ARE YOU FEELING WOOZY

PUT THIS GLASS
TO YOUR LIPS
TAKE ANOTHER SIP

ARE YOU FEELING WOOZY YET

THE SIZE OF MY EGO
DEPENDENT ON YOURS
THE MORE THAT I BREAK YOU
THE MORE THAT IT GROWS

SO KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS
TO YOURSELF
OR YOU’LL END UP
ON THE SHELF
ON THE SHELF

ARE YOU FEELING WOOZY YET

YOU CAN CALL ME ALL THE NAMES
UNDER THE SUN
UNDER THE SUN
JUST DON’T CALL ME A LOSER

FAR TOO CHOOSEY
FEELING WOOZY
BEING ACCUSED OF
BLOWING FUSES

THIS TIME IT’S A WARNING
YOU’LL WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
THIS TIME IT’S A WARNING
DON’T EVER CALL ME A LOSER AGAIN

REMEMBER I’M THE BOSS
DON’T DOUBLE CROSS ME
YOUR REWARD
MY VANITY

DON'T CALL ME A LOSER

Lyrics:
Fear creating senses of anger and unease
Strolling the dunes amongst heat waves, dead, and ancient desert breeze 
Sandstorms scream 
Soldiers scheme 
Bow down to the fucking behemoth, sand steel machines

There will be bloodshed
Amongst the temples, amongst the dead
The tribe goes berserk, our vision is nothing but pure red
Sandstorms scream
Severed heads excrete
Blood pouring unto charred skull dust into streams

Skulls crushed into dust
Fragmented corpses killing is an inevitable must
Amongst the debris
Fermented burnt corpses, maggots, and disease

Bones burnt to a crisp
Bodies deposit, many souls have departed
The machine
Stomps and crushes humans 
Forced down to your knees

Unfathomable amounts of death
Skulls in piles
Wounded chests
Defeated enemies bloat and bleed
Fumes emit, insects feed
Piles upon piles of gore
Dead men lay by purple whores
Charred Skull Sandstorms strike again
Our reign of terror will never end

Sandstorms Scream - Khaprieth

Lyrics written whilst staring out at the pouring rain in the middle of November.

You could be my sun

In The Mix

Ethéreal

Hello---
I was just 19 Way back bout 1969
a couple of new friends of mine
Hippy Joni & John Prine
gave me some listening time
50 years later down the line
what was voiced then is now
so wonderfully defined
by voices my music was meant to find
I wonder back into that dive hotel room now and then
and meet with old friends... Everyone making amends ...Time just transcends
Playing and singing our dream songs....Hoping stardom comes along
So we can all run away
And play everyday
In a cloud of smoke
Where nobody’s broke
Maybe one more toke and I can stay
SO
Too old ..
So little in the tank
Not near the time to get in all I want to thank
Thought all my music might someday get me bank
Cause God gave me talent but the check he wrote was a bit blank
And as I got older and my dreams of glory sank
I made what's here for you to see
hoping  my sad obscurity gets outflanked


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Country Girl Like You - By Edwin H Balder

Edwin Balder

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